“We paddlers keep going back to the river because, despite all the dangers, we know that when we find the correct, clean line that allows us to breeze through almost effortlessly, the feeling is insurmountable.”
I like being around you because I admire who you are and what you have built. You help keep me anchored and help me question and reevaluate what I think I believe so I do not become a sheep; even a sheep with the best intentions can be led down a dark or, perhaps worse, meaningless path.
I don’t know if I consciously expected to find pilgrims with backpacks on trains or in late-night discussions in the hostels, but whatever I expected, I was disappointed. I’ve written about my loneliness while traveling, and it took regaining some spiritual community to realize that the loneliness was in some ways spiritual isolation.
I don't think I've ever been to a food establishment where they invite you to share a meal with them, and I was struck by his kindness and hospitality. Far too often, the only interaction I get with local men is heckling from shop owners or attempts at romance from men who see me as an easy European woman, so it was nice to see the more subtle, but wider-spread friendly side of Morocco.
I was always just the stand-out macha, object of catcalls, and interesting because of my foreign-ness. I knew a lot of people, but I was lonely.
A while back, I wrote a post on how to talk to a foreign exchange student. Since then, it's been my most-read post and the most common search engine terms that brings people to my blog are variations of: "how to befriend the foreign exchange student," "how to make the foreign boy/girl like me," and… Continue reading How to Talk to a Foreign Exchange Student; Part II
There's something about being in a foreign country that exaggerates the good and bad of interpersonal relationships; perhaps we make crazier decisions or maybe we see their impact more clearly in unfamiliar situations. Whatever it is, I feel I've learned a lot of the type of lessons that can't be taught, only experienced. I have… Continue reading Interpersonal Relationships; Lessons Learned in Costa Rica, Part I